Chapter 54: Ancestral Worship

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In the fourth year of Tianyuan, the year of the barbarian Jiashen, December 15th.

Avoid burial, it is advisable to pray for blessings, fasting and offering sacrifices to ancestors.

The ancestral land of the barbarians.

Lu Qingshan stood side by side with the patriarch Youxiong, with Namtso Lake in front of him, and King Xishu who had turned into a giant silver-gray tiger beside him.

Namtso is an extremely large lake with nearly a hundred high platforms built of gray rocks stretching along the lake.

In the center of Namtso Lake, there is a huge statue.

Only a small part of the statue is exposed to the lake, and the rest is immersed in the lake.

This is where the barbarians worship their ancestors.

Ninety percent of the thousands of barbarian clans came this time, and they all surrounded the shore of Namtso Lake.

In this kind of occasion, there are no troublemakers, and besides, those who come are monks with important positions in the clans, and they will not have a brain twitch, and they will not think about it.

Therefore, although there are many people, each clan occupies a certain territory, or closes their eyes, or is chatting, peacefully, waiting for the official opening of the ancestor worship ceremony.

With so many clans, each clan has at least one sacrificial spirit, and the total number of sacrificial spirits can be imagined.

And because there are too many sacrificial spirits, the entire Namtso Lake is filled with a sense of wildness.

Every sacrificial spirit has a ferocious aura lingering all over its body, and there are even many bird sacrificial spirits flying in the sky, their majestic figures are shocking.

Nam Co is not a simple lake.

It is the holy lake of barbarians.

In the depths of the lake, there is a huge cave.

Every few years, some golden pools of water would emerge from this cave.

These golden pools of water are extremely strange, no matter what kind of monsters they are, as long as they enter this pool of water and meditate to absorb them, they can greatly increase the power of their own bloodlines, and even break the shackles of their own bloodlines.

In barbarian history,

With the help of this golden pool water, many monsters have grown into big monsters.

This burrow is the most important secret realm of the barbarians, and it is also the reason why those monsters are willing to choose the barbarian tribes and be willing to sacrifice to the spirits--Longmen!

In the final analysis, Ji Ling is just a high-profile hit worker.

Lu Qingshan secretly pondered.

"Brother, why do you keep looking at the center of the lake?" A patriarch Xiong asked tentatively seeing that Lu Qingshan kept looking at the center of Namtso Lake.

"I always feel that there is an inexplicably familiar aura wandering above that statue." Lu Qingshan thought for a while, and said.

"Smell? Why didn't I feel it?" The patriarch of the bear was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "Besides, this is the first time for my brother to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony of our clan, so how could he know the barbarian beasts of my clan. "

The word "I am a barbarian" is accentuated by the patriarch Xiong.

"Brutal beast?"

"That's the name of this beast statue.

Longmen is a secret realm discovered by the first great dream witch of my barbarian race.

When the Dream Witch discovered the Dragon Gate, this statue already existed. It is not known who made it, and no one knew what kind of beast this statue was.

Therefore, the big dream witch personally named it the wild beast. "

A Xiong patriarch explained: "We barbarians have controlled this place for so long, and we haven't figured out what kind of monster this beast statue is, let alone the inexplicable familiarity of my brother."

Lu Qingshan was silent.

In fact, the aura flickered, and he wasn't sure if it existed. After thinking about it carefully, what the bear patriarch said made sense, so he didn't say anything more, but turned his head to look at the terrifying monsters around him.

This is the purpose of his participation in the barbarian ancestor worship ceremony.

These monsters are clan sacrificial spirits. In terms of strength, the worst ones are all monsters at the peak of the third rank, and the strongest one even reaches the realm of the seventh rank. They are the best choice for observing.

Lu Qingshan's eyes wandered around, and he saw pythons with wings, pangolins with the size of tens of feet, green cattle with scales, and apes with nostrils as big as lanterns.

It can also be seen from this that the patriarch Youxiong didn't fool him. The barbarian people really regard being strong as their beauty, and all the sacrifice spirits of all races are huge beasts, and there are no small ones at all.

These ferocious beasts are extremely ferocious, and their aura is surging, but they seem to be afraid, so they have been suppressing their aura.

"We have the Xiong Clan, and it has been more than four hundred years that we have not been able to win the Longmen quota," a Xiong patriarch said at this time: "Brother, in fact, we have the Xiong Clan, what is the meaning of participating in this ancestor worship ceremony?" Not big.

With Niu'er's strength, it is definitely not enough to grab the precious twenty-five places. "

A bear patriarch glanced out of the corner of his eye again, a young barbarian standing behind the two of them.

He is the member of the Youxiong tribe who represented the Youxiong tribe in the ancestor worship contest this time, Youxiongniu, who was in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Less than 30 people with such a cultivation level, among them, the Bear Clan is already considered the best group, but looking at the more than a thousand barbarian clans, it is not worth mentioning.

You Xiongniu obviously didn't know what his patriarch thought of him, and was staring at Lu Qingshan fanatically.

He is one of the bear monks who had the honor to follow Lu Qingshan to conquer Julu. After seeing the invincible and heroic figure of Elder Hao, his young heart is full of admiration for Elder Hao.

Patriarch Xiong felt a little melancholy.

He has only been here for a few days. I have worked so hard for the Xiong Clan for so many years. Why have you never seen you show this look to the patriarch?

The world is not worth it.

"It doesn't matter whether I can win the Dragon Sect quota, I just bring my demon pet to see the world." Lu Qingshan replied with a smile, not taking it seriously.

Of course, this was an excuse, and it was actually himself who came to see the world.

At this time, in his eyes, there was a faint flash of strange light.

He gradually wandered into the sky, and his mind was immersed in the bodies of those fierce beasts.

Since arriving here, he began to observe these different types of sacrificial spirits, down to every scale and every pore of the monsters, in order to try to find the sword spirit that suits him.

Up to now, he has observed more than sixty sacrifice spirits, and he can clearly feel that his understanding of the transformation of sword energy has improved a lot unconsciously.

Although the birth of the sword spirit creature has not yet appeared, it is obvious that it has already been touched.

Sure enough, I came to the right place.

Lu Qingshan was delighted in his heart.

According to this progress, if all the sacrificial spirits in this barbarian ancestral land can be observed, even if the spirit of sword energy cannot be born, it must not be far behind.

Moreover, he is actually very curious about what form his sword spirit will be.

According to Xia Daoyun, the sword spirit of the suzerain Qingyun Sword Immortal is Kunpeng, which can eat the sun, moon and stars, and is a ninth-rank creature.

And Xia Daoyun's spirit of sword qi is Jinghong, also known as Youlong. Although he doesn't know the rank, Lu Qingshan is sure that if he can match the 'dragon', he must be at least a creature above rank seven.

Thinking of this, he is looking forward to it even more, his sword energy will eventually be a living being, and it will be a few realms.

 …

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, the heavy drum sound suddenly came, and a sense of confusion surged.

The already agitated sacrifice spirits also calmed down at this time.

Disturbed by the sound of the drum, Lu Qingshan suddenly woke up from the state of trance.

Standing beside him was the patriarch Xiong, who already had a serious expression on his face.

Amidst the ancient and rough drums of the barbarians, three people came from the sky.

These three were the three with the highest status among the barbarians.

The leader is the Big Dream Witch, wearing a beast robe, with hair casually scattered on his shoulders. He looks like an old man over sixty years old, with a long beard and a face full of dimples.

Standing behind him on both sides are the introductory disciples of the Great Dream Witch and the unparalleled barbarian Khan.

The Great Dream Witch and the Great Khan are both powerhouses of the Eight Realms, and their status is self-evident.

As for the introductory disciple of the Great Dream Witch, he was a young man who could reach the fifth realm.

However, the Great Dream Witch has always been passed down in a single line, so if there is no accident, he will be the next Great Dream Witch, so even if his cultivation is not high, his status cannot be underestimated.

Lu Qingshan just glanced at the barbarian Dream Witch and Great Khan, then looked away.

He didn't dare to look more.

A monk of this level already possesses the power to communicate with the gods, and his spiritual sense is very keen. If he looks more often, he will most likely be noticed.

His nocturnal ancient jade magic weapon is useless in front of the monks of the eight realms, as long as they examine it a little, Lu Qingshan will reveal his true colors, so he has to be cautious.

But there's no need to worry too much, as long as he doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, the Dream Witch won't be idle and scrutinize the barbarian who participated in the ancestor worship for no reason.

The figures of Damengwu and Dahan slowly landed on the ancestral altar.

It is said to be the ancestor worship platform, but to be precise, it should be a certain part of the huge statue in the lake.

Lu Qingshan doesn't know how big this statue is, but just the small part exposed from the lake is enough to cover the sky and block out the sun.

Due to its ferocious appearance, it was difficult to tell where the part above the water was, but there happened to be a huge space above it, and in the end it was regarded as an ancestor worship platform by the barbarians.

The ancestor worship ceremony officially opened.

Although the barbarian way of life is a bit primitive, the red tape of ancestor worship is not familiar with the human race at all, which is annoying.

Lu Qingshan watched the ancestor worship ceremony for a while, but the strange feeling in his heart came out again.

His gaze once again fell on the statue that only showed the tip of the iceberg, and the inexplicable familiarity seemed to linger, which made him doubt again.

Just when Lu Qingshan's mind wandered, the sound of war drums stopped.

Damengwu stood on the ancestral altar, looking down at the many clan barbarians by the lake, like a lion king on the grassland counting his officials.

After a while.

The big dream witch waved his hand, and the disciple standing behind him quickly took a step forward, holding a wish letter in his hand, and read aloud:

"Dedicated to the spirit of the barbarian ancestors:

Weiman ancestors enlist....Zai Xingyan luck, the four lands are Xian'an...Fu Wei's divine mirror, enjoy it! "

Then, the big dream witch personally burned Zhu Wen.

The drums started again.

Boom boom boom! ! !

The sound of the war drum was louder than the first, and after nine sounds, the members of the major clans watching the ceremony immediately followed the sound of the war drum and softly recited some strange syllables with a strange rhythm.

Lu Qingshan was among them, he could only imitate that Nanguo cleric and make up for it once.

After another half hour, the chanting ended.

At this time, the ancestor worship was only halfway through, but after that, there was nothing to do with them.

Because, the next link is the ancestor worship competition, and each clan will produce a young and strong guy to compete in the arena.

The duel arena is the nearly one hundred graystone high platforms located by the lake.

A total of more than a thousand clans came to participate in this ancestor worship ceremony, which means that more than a thousand young monks will come to the stage to compete.

Even though there are nearly a hundred people in this arena, with so many monks, it will take ten days to decide the final twenty-five places.

This is exactly what Lu Qingshan wished for --- it also takes time to observe the sacrifice spirit.

In the expectant eyes of the crowd, batch after batch of young monks stepped onto the ring one after another. This scene is comparable to the Seven Realms Discussion that Lu Qingshan participated in a year ago.

However, due to the fact that the barbarians are all physically trained, the way of duel is the same, and the viewing experience is extremely insufficient --- two barbarians are madly fighting each other in the ring, punching to the flesh, until which side can't hold on first, it is considered Win or lose.

That is, it is single, and it takes a long time. In the previous life, it was the so-called bladder bureau.

And in the ancestor worship competition, there will be more than a thousand such bladder games.

"These savages..." Even though Lu Qingshan had no prejudice against physical training, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart after watching the confrontation in the arena.

The king of the rats yawned several times in a row, feeling bored, but unfortunately there were too many fierce people here, so it didn't dare to jump around, so it could only watch the show obediently.

As for the sacrificial spirits of the major clans of the barbarians, it was rare for them to calm down and concentrate on watching the duel between the minor cultivators.

After all, it is about whether they can enter Longmen for further study.

Lu Qingshan carefully watched the spirits watching the battle.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs."

These words suddenly popped up in Lu Qingshan's mind.

The first day passed quickly, and the duel in the arena was still going on, with the constant sound of punches and punches, mixed with the roars of some hot-blooded barbarian teenagers.

This is also the taste of physical training. In the fist-to-body fight, if you yell at him twice, it seems that the output will be much higher.

On the second day, You Xiongniu of the Bear Clan finally went into battle. After an hour of heart-wrenching battle, he was honorably defeated. He went to King West Rat dejectedly, and apologized to his new Lord "Jie Ling".

The third day, the fourth day....

Time passed, and before he knew it, Lu Qingshan's mind, as he continued to observe the sacrifices, gradually heard a roar, and a strange, indescribable force was born in it.

At this time, he had observed all the thousands of sacrificial spirits present in the ancestral land of the barbarians, but the creatures that fit him still did not appear.

"Observing more than a thousand sacrificial spirits, among them there are even seventh-rank monsters, but there are no creatures that match my heart and nature?" Lu Qingshan was a little confused.

He could feel that in his mind, something seemed to break out of the ground.

This kind of feeling is very strong, but it is so short of a breath that he is stuck there, not going up or down, which makes Lu Qingshan very uncomfortable, and desperately wants to get rid of this layer of fog and pierce this layer of diaphragm.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so difficult to transform sword energy into form.

Because if you observe more than a thousand sacrificial spirits, they are not enough to form the shape of sword qi, how many sword cultivators in the world can reach the state of sword qi into form?

A powerful monster is not a Chinese cabbage. It is not something you can find if you want to find it. Even if you find it, it will not sit there obediently for you to observe. More situations should be:

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

...

Lu Qingshan also just happened to catch up with the barbarian clan's ancestor worship ceremony, so he had the opportunity to watch so many powerful monsters unscrupulously.

But it was all like this, but still failed to let him give birth to his own sword spirit creature.

"What exactly is the sword spirit creature that suits me?"

He glanced blankly at the sacrificial spirits, but found that no matter how much he observed these monsters, it was already difficult to touch him.

It's the bottleneck.

Obviously there is only one layer of membrane missing, but if you want to cross it, it is like climbing to the sky.

He looked at the stage again, and found that the ancestor worship competition was coming to an end.

 …

Just as the ancestor worship ceremony on the arena was in full swing, two barbarians from a certain clan not far from Lu Qingshan communicated with each other in low voices with erratic eyes.

"Yinhe, are you sure?"

"It's confirmed, this place is indeed the seal of Lord Saint Beast.

The so-called Dragon Gate should be Lord Saint Beast's first seal. If these barbarians hadn't unlocked this seal privately, Lord Saint Beast might not be able to send out a message for help.

Speaking of which, we still have to thank these barbarians, ha ha..." Yin He laughed twice.

"We will inform the Lord of Shentu Palace as soon as possible."

"it is good."

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